CHAPTER 649: NSFW 4

Han Xin leaned down, his chest pressing against Xiang Yu’s sweat-slicked back, and his lips found the nape of Xiang Yu’s neck. His breath was a brand, scorching and damp.

"You feel so fucking good around me," he whispered, the words a filthy secret against Xiang Yu’s skin. "So hot. So tight for me. You are taking me so deep, baby. Every fucking inch."

Xiang Yu could only moan, a broken, guttural sound. He was a beast caught, and he was letting his hunter do anything he fucking pleased. He was dizzy, pleasure a white-hot wire sparking through his veins, short-circuiting every thought that wasn’t Han Xin, Han Xin, Han Xin.

Han Xin’s hands slid down Xiang Yu’s arms, his own muscles straining, and he entwined their fingers together against the edge of the tub, pinning Xiang Yu’s hands there. The gesture was impossibly intimate, a binding that was more profound than any rope. He was completely surrounded, completely filled, completely held.

"Yu Yu... I love you," Han Xin whispered, the raw emotion in his voice a stark contrast to the filthy, perfect things he’d been saying moments before.

A shudder wracked Xiang Yu’s frame. "I love you too," he gasped out, the words mangled by pleasure.

That was all it took. The confession, the feeling of Han Xin’s body wrapped around his, the relentless, perfect pressure inside him, it all fucking shattered. Xiang Yu cried out, a raw, unrestrained sound as his climax ripped through him, his body seizing, shaking violently in Han Xin’s unbreakable hold.

The world narrowed to the feeling of his own release and the relentless, pounding rhythm of his husband fucking him through it, the water sloshing wildly, a wave crashing onto the floor.

For a moment, there was only the sound of their heavy, panting breaths echoing off the wet walls. Then, with a strength that came from somewhere beyond exhaustion, Xiang Yu turned in the water.

He moved awkwardly, his limbs like liquid, but his need was urgent. He faced Han Xin, the water still swirling around their hips, and he didn’t hesitate. He surged forward, capturing Han Xin’s mouth with his own.

It started tenderly. A soft, grateful meeting of lips, a silent thank you for the devastating pleasure. But it couldn’t stay that way. Not with the energy still crackling between them.

The kiss deepened, turning hungry and desperate. Xiang Yu tasted himself on Han Xin’s tongue, and the depravity of it made a fresh thrill shoot down his spine. He licked into Han Xin’s mouth, his hands coming up to cup his husband’s face, holding him there.

He climbed into Han Xin’s lap, straddling him again, the water buoying him up. Han Xin’s hands were instantly on his ass, kneading the firm flesh, pulling him down, grinding their bodies together. The kiss broke, both of them gasping for air.

"I want to feel you," Xiang Yu breathed against his mouth, his voice hoarse. "I want to feel you fucking come inside me. I want your fucking cock milking every last drop out of you. Do it, Xin-ge. Fuck me like you mean it. I want to feel you lose control."

A low groan escaped Han Xin, and his eyes burned with a dark, intense fire. He gripped Xiang Yu’s hips, guiding him, helping him rise and then sink back down, taking his length in one smooth, breathtaking slide.

Xiang Yu threw his head back, a moan tearing from his throat as Han Xin filled him all over again, this time so much deeper, so much more intimate. "Look at me," Han Xin commanded, his voice rough. Xiang Yu obeyed, forcing his hazy eyes to focus on his husband’s face.

Han Xin’s thrusts became more purposeful, more brutal. "You are going to take every bit of me," he grunted, the words punching out of him with each drive of his hips. "You are going to feel my cock pulsing inside you. I am going to fuck so deep into you, you will feel it for hours."

The filthy promises, the possessive grip on his body, the blinding pleasure... it was too much. Xiang Yu could only hold on, his own arms wrapping around Han Xin’s broad shoulders, nails digging into his skin as he was bounced in his lap, the water splashing around them. He was close again, so close, just from Han Xin’s words and the perfect, punishing rhythm.

"That’s it, my love," Han Xin murmured, his voice dropping to a intimate, strained whisper right against Xiang Yu’s ear. "Come for me again. I want to feel you squeeze my cock while I fill you up. Come on."

The permission, the command, was all Xiang Yu needed. He shattered a second time, his cry muffled against Han Xin’s neck, his body convulsing, clamping down hard around the thick length pistoning into him.

The sensation tipped Han Xin over the edge. With a savage groan, he buried himself as deep as he could go, his own release hitting him, his body rigid and shaking as he emptied himself inside Xiang Yu in hot, endless waves.

They clung to each other in the cooling water, panting, sweating, utterly spent. Han Xin’s forehead rested against Xiang Yu’s, their breath mingling.

"You are so perfect," Han Xin breathed out, his voice wrecked.

***

In the dark hush of night, a lone bird soared high above the icy ridges of the Ice Ridge Clan. The sect was modest, tucked away in the northern peaks, with barely a hundred disciples scattered across its frozen terrain. Most of the peaks were cloaked in shadow, their lanterns few and flickering, casting pale halos on the snow.

At the most isolated peak, a humble courtyard lay nestled among fields of spiritual plants, rare herbs cultivated in the frost for pill refinement. The silence was broken by the heavy flapping of wings as a large Veyrasha bird descended, its feathers shimmering faintly in the moonlight. It landed on a gnarled tree branch just outside a paper window, its arrival stirring the defensive formation with a ripple of energy.

Inside, the disturbance was felt immediately. A lantern flared to life, casting a warm glow across the room. The paper window slid open with a soft hiss, and the head of a young man emerged, his features delicate, his skin kissed with a youthful glow. His hair was loosely tied, and his inner shirt hung open at the collar, revealing the curve of his chest. It was Little Bai.

He squinted at the bird, a smile tugging at his lips. "You finally decided to come back."

The Veyrasha bird tilted its head and let out a soft coo, a sound that carried apology and affection. Little Bai chuckled, resting his arms on the windowsill.